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Chapter Sixty-Three

Reese’s POV

Troy kept a hold of her hand all the way to the elevator, even though there wasn’t a soul in sight in the foyer of the packhouse. Once the elevator doors closed, Reese pulled her hand out of his grip and moved away from him.

Troy chuckled again and his finger rubbed over his eyebrow. He leaned against the wall and looked intently at Reese. “If you prefer, I can be an asshole, Reese.”

“I do prefer that. Don’t think for one minute that I’m going to clean up after you or cook for you or do anything for you that I don’t absolutely have to!”

“I am under no illusions that you hate me. But, a Luna has a certain role to play and play it you will. It is your duty to cook for me and do things for me and even to spread your legs for me. I would hate to inform the High Council of any negligence on your part,” Troy said just as the elevator doors opened and walked out.

“Excuse me! You’d report me to the High Council? Because I won’t suck your cock?” Reese stalked after him and walked i
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